The Distant Whispers

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The bread was stale. It sat on the cold stone table, hard as a river rock. Silas stared at it. The crust was dark. The crumb was dry. He had not eaten in three days. His stomach was a hollow drum. He was a man of the watch. A keeper of the walls. The city of Aethelgard was old. It was old and tired. The stones were gray. The air was thick with dust. And something else. Something sweet and...

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